LETTERS TO MY FRIENDS.............  JULY 2003

letters are in reverse order.. latest added at top of page

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Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 15:38:30 -0700 (PDT)

The update on this soap opera is.. I got a phone call today from the top
hag saying that our office spot could no longer be an office and that she
had control over the entire building and could do as she liked with the
space. I immediatly got angry and told her to call Don at work, as he is
the society president. Meanwhile I got dressed for going out.. got on my
scooter.. and went down to yell at her. 
 I did yell.. because that is what it took to get her attention. There was
alot of air to clear.. and I did it with both of the hags. After the
yelling stopped we were able to talk civilly. I don't know exactly what
Don said to her, but I think it's put the office eviction on hold. Really
waht they want to do is to evict me. So hag-1 decided that the museum
doesn't have office or work space alloted for it in the building then I
have little reason to be there.. right?? I told her that she would not be
able to get rid of me that easily. Meanwhile we got things a bit more
civil.. gee, I was disturbing the tourist center volunteers and no one
told *me* directly about it. I did make hag-2 squirm when we talked when I
took the high road and appologized for making her volunteers
uncomfortable, and that I would refrain from poking my nose into their
affairs in future. Hag-1 challenged me to go to the press and city hall
and see how far I'd get. We ended up in an armed truce.. we shook hands
and they both think that they have gotten their way with things..
  Meanwhile, my husband instructed me to go to the press.. our little
local paper.. with a request for the donation of office-curatorial space
to run in the community calendar, and to chat with the paper editor about
the dilema we now see our selves in. And I went to city hall.. no one I
needed to see was there, but I did run into one of the counsellors who was
on the Muesum board way back when.. late 80's early 90's. I chatted her up
on the museum revival and dilema. I left a note to the suitable official
cc's to the mayor about needing to know details of the building lease and
about the shed we have space in that is behind the building in question..
it is just between the town and museum. <sigh> hag-1 suggested we move all
of our files out to that garden shed :-( and I told the mayor that in my
note.
  So the chips will fall as they may. All I wanted to do was to putter
about writing articles and making displays nicer, and doing brochures..
a few hours a week.. just something to get me out of the house and active
again. <sigh>   

I had planned to make today an artwork centered day.. moving things to the
coolness of the basement. I had just found an old phone in a box and
plugged it into the line when that blasted call came in from hag-1. 
:-(
I've put my flaky laptop and modem down there so I can get online from
there, see a bit of TV on the old set, listen to some music on my little
pink radio/tape player.. and putter about with my painted walking sticks
and such. I wanted to get some things ready to take down to a craft shop
to see if they would take them in on consignment.. but first I need to get
them all ready. <<SIGH>>

If I collapse any time soon I would not at all be surprised. 

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Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2003 23:06:28 -0700 (PDT)

Hi Lyn,

I'm just on the 300mg x3/day. Some days I forget the middle dose ;-]
I should try upping it on bad days. The funny thing about Neurtonin is
that if you take too much the stuff starts to stop working. You get to a
plateau of relief and then the more you take the less it works. Very
strange stuff.

I'm making life difficult for the hags. The first law of plumbing.. shit
always runs downhill. So I did some calling, web searching, and emails and
I got in touch with the person in charge of the info center funding to
find out what regs there are.. and who they apply to. The guidelines don't
apply to me.. I'm with a seperate incorporated entity. The gal I talked to
is none too impressed with the hags.. and suggested that I get my board of
directors to write a letter to the Chamber's board of directors, cc'd to
city hall, stating clearly that we are seperate entities and that it is
not appropriate for them to be telling our volunteers what they can and
cannot do in our own space. But that said, we are aware of the course used
by the tourist info centers and we would be happy to have our volunteers
take this course when the course is offered in this area! 

Today I had some material to take to the office, so I did just that. I dug
an old Museum Volunteer button out of the drawer and pinned it on, then
went about my business. I needed to get a new page started in our guest
book and put out some more self-tour leaflets put out.. and I tacked up
some newly colored pages on the schoolroom wall. I wrote the self-tour and
did up the coloring sheets.. plus I put in the guestbook. Well, as I was
working quietly in my space, an older couple came in.. the fellow went to
the info desk and the lady came right in to see me. They were from Holland
and we had a nice time chatting.
 I was upset earlier on in the day when I found out that the hags don't
want me hanging about the museum on Sundays because it distracts their
silly student. Today she didn't wait for the couple to leave the building
before she was back at her computer solitaire game. Sooo unprofessional.
I'm sure that something will be said about my disrupting the student again
today. My husband is upset too, and he does not upset easily. He plans on
spending some time down there on Sunday just to see if they will try and
keep him out.. he's the society president! I let slip to the hag today
when I checked to see if we had any mail that the fellow they have been
complaining to is out of the country for the next three weeks. So if they
want to complain to anyone.. that would be Don. 

Those hags are afraid of something.. and having the museum actually
operational seems to somehow be a threat. 
:-{

Huggs
Phyllis

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Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2003 13:17:19 -0700 (PDT)

I'm on the Neurotin already, and it keeps most of the jolts and twitches
under control.. but last evening I was in drop-dead tired mode and felt
like I had plugged myself into a light socket. Unfortunatly I did not
enjoy my day much. I was having problems with the hag who is supposed to
be managing the tourist info center.. she has banned me from helping
visitors with tourist info because I didn't take that course! Being that
part of the museum's purpose is to let people know about local sites I
can't not direct them on how to get there.. and if someone asks me about
the area I am darn well going to give them directions. The hag says I'm
not to give anyone any directions.. I'm supposed to tell people I can't
help them and that they have to step over to the tourist info booth! And
that it is provincial regs that mandate it! I'm looking into this BS. The
next thing you know the hag may try and bar me from the building!! I'll
make sure the local paper is taking pics of her physically removing me
from my museum!!! 
  My foster son and his lady are home visiting from Winnipeg.. 2000 miles
away. They arrived in on Sunday to make it for sunday dinner.. Trevor
asked for meatloaf so I made my best meatloaf :-) Melody and Chris were
over, and two other fosters, Daryl and his partner Jacqui dropped in too.  
Two doors down is the local hang-out. a Tim Horton's donut house. So
Trevor and Errin were there for a while on Sunday, and back again on
Monday. They were at Tim Hortons when they got a call to tell them that
Errins grandfather had died. Errin is from Dauphin Manitoba, a three hour
drive from Winnipeg.. and they have no friends in Winnipeg. They were
among their friends when the call came in. Trevor came over to me.. he
needed a hug. Then he brought Errin over and I held her for a while. 
Errin is very close to her grandfather, and Trevor is a man who hurts when
his partner hurts. So the visit home is being cut short.. and last evening
it was the helping them with their shock and grief as only can be done in
the safety of "home". 

 Today I have cried because of my outrage of being treated so badly by the
hag and her boss.. And then I continued with my museum planning in spite
of the old hag and the younger hag.. And then I made muffins (cornmeal
with fresh raspberries and lemon juice) which are now cooling and when
cooled enough I will take down to Don at work. That I always enjoy doing.

I'm doing a slow and steady putter today. Maybe I'll drag the garden hose
about and water the garden. We have a cabbage the size of a basketball
that my hubby would love to have for his supper. I'll see about getting
some sausages when I am out.. good thought.. I feel better already..

Huggs
Phyllis 

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